[ She pushes herself up from the ground, groggy as she struggles to push herself up; it feels like she's been run over by a lesser Titan. Hands shaking, she brings a hand to the arrow at her chest, wincing as she pries it out of her and tosses it to the side. And with that done with...
...She gasps as she's given front-row seats to the merciless carnage. But why-- or, how? Her eyes dart to the back of man conjuring and controlling up the mass of walking corpses like they were puppets upon strings, weapons in the worst sort of way to incur fear and hate, to intentionally make others cower and kneel and beg, to obliterate, to pain with blood. She hardly recognizes him. And yet, he can be mistaken for no other.
She's always thought him to be brilliant. But to have that brilliance expressed in such a nihilistic fashion makes her call out to him to stop die upon her tongue. What can she say to him-- she chose wrong. They chose wrong, to not take the risk to have Mythra appear. Yes, it seems like nihilism is the theme for now, because no matter what she had chosen, it would resulted in his heart being damaged. By her hand or his own...
Then a melody cuts through the screams, arresting the air and energy about each note in a way she's never seen before. She gapes in awe as the only other recognizable figure attempts to make his way through the battle-- and it's then that she realizes that not all hope has been lost. There is still someone fighting for him, there, in his heart.
Can't she do the same? Doesn't she owe him that much, at least? Owe it to the people who are in his heart who care for him-- owe it to those here in Chroma that feel the same? To each and every person he has impacted in either of his lives? ]
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...She gasps as she's given front-row seats to the merciless carnage. But why-- or, how? Her eyes dart to the back of man conjuring and controlling up the mass of walking corpses like they were puppets upon strings, weapons in the worst sort of way to incur fear and hate, to intentionally make others cower and kneel and beg, to obliterate, to pain with blood. She hardly recognizes him. And yet, he can be mistaken for no other.
She's always thought him to be brilliant. But to have that brilliance expressed in such a nihilistic fashion makes her call out to him to stop die upon her tongue. What can she say to him-- she chose wrong. They chose wrong, to not take the risk to have Mythra appear. Yes, it seems like nihilism is the theme for now, because no matter what she had chosen, it would resulted in his heart being damaged. By her hand or his own...
Then a melody cuts through the screams, arresting the air and energy about each note in a way she's never seen before. She gapes in awe as the only other recognizable figure attempts to make his way through the battle-- and it's then that she realizes that not all hope has been lost. There is still someone fighting for him, there, in his heart.
Can't she do the same? Doesn't she owe him that much, at least? Owe it to the people who are in his heart who care for him-- owe it to those here in Chroma that feel the same? To each and every person he has impacted in either of his lives? ]